The Iron Master

In days of old, men had their tools of war to turn to for training. Now, we have no such instrument with which to hone our abilities and train our minds for conflict. In the past, it was the sword, shield, spear, bow, javelin and sling to use in training for war. Daily, warriors would awake and train with these tools. They ate to grow stronger for war. They studied to grow more intelligent in things of war. Their entire lifestyle and philosophy of life was designed, in some form or fashion, to better prepare them for war. War, the physical fight and it’s tools, was the Iron Master of our ancestors. Wars change, warriors don’t. For the average man today, we do not have a force of bronze shields wielding spears and swords marching upon us. We do not have a neighboring, warring tribe that we must train our use of the bow to fight. Our war surrounds us, nearly invisible. It is seen in the soft and weak, in the depressed and hopeless. We are a people who run from challenge. A people in need of an Iron Master. Just as warriors of old needed to train the body, so must we. After all, that is where much of our war takes place, in our weak and sickly bodies. So our Iron Master must be one who trains the body. This fight, the conflict, this challenge, will train the body, mind and spirit to become as a warrior once again … Continue reading

You Are Not You

Inspiration, your Alpha Mode, Daimon (Greek “Genius”). The Real You. Hidden beneath but begging to be unleashed. Quietly ignored by most, fully embraced by some. All throughout history mankind has recognized this power. It has had many names. Those I listed above are only a few. The Greeks had a far different understanding of it than we do now. They believed every person born had a spirit, their daimon or “genius”, bound to them. This genius would look out for them through life and at times take them over. The greeks did not see being a genius as something you forced, instead you let it happen. The genius, inspiration, cannot be forced. In the book “The Virtues of War” a novel about Alexander the Great by Steven Pressfield, Alexander recognizes his daimon. He knows that his daimon is really him, also named Alexander. “He is not me,” I [Alexander] have said, “but a creature to whom I am bound. It is as if this thing called ‘Alexander’ has been twinned with me at birth, fully formed, and that I only now discover it, aspect by aspect, as I grow. This ‘Alexander’ is greater than I. Crueler than I. He knows rages I cannot fathom and dreams beyond what my heart can compass. He is cold and canny, brilliant and ruthless and without fear. He is inhuman. A monster indeed, not as Achilles was, or Agamemnon, both of whom were blind to their own monstrousness. No, this ‘Alexander’ knows what he … Continue reading